Текст: Winds. Under The Stars.

Under the stars and beneath the sun, in this indefinite realm
Being is beyond understanding, life-like yet just a dream

There are whispers from the other side, calling for a path to reason
But the desire of a lesser kind holds strong in a world of treason
It is only when the darkest hour approaches that our true nature is exposed

So the voice of reason remains but a whisper in the dark
Everything that begins ends with the last of the two
Until they anew will rise from the ruin of that single spark
The one which is no more and that never was


For under the stars and beneath the sun, there is really nothing at all
Yet even so we choose this path, for only to watch the aftermath
Knowing all things that come to an end, leave only broken pieces to mend